Best Smoking Poems
the unzipped match —
a flame that heats the tips of fingers,
those sensitive appendages
that linger,
upon the cheek,
the whiskers.
erogenous zones touched by the flame,
like candles arouse
compatible birthday suits.
the cherry red matchstick
plumps up her lips
making them magnetic.
his lips and ruby tongue
pulled into
the black hole of her being.
their own haven of forest
in flames —
no longer tame.
the full force of desire
moves over her neck
her shoulders,
lower and lower,
leaping higher and higher.
flesh singed —
in the end both become smokers
in bed.
9/25/2019
"Smoking is bad,
Out of fad", says
my lad of eight
Don't smoke again
It does slain you
Gives pain to us
I do not bluff
Said,"Enough!" Took
a puff to think
26.02.16
Well he was smoking
The stream that came
From his mouth
Looked like the exhaust
From a fast moving
Trailways diesel bus
A poet's reading another poet is like
a smoking room at the airport:
an enclosed space,
happy non-smokers behind glass walls,
the poet's thoughts,
as strong as Cuban cigars,
coming through
bluish twists of the another poet's fantasy,
as sweet as Virginia*,
a boarding announcement,
a new tobacco smelling meeting
in another airport’s smoking room.
* A tobacco's brand.
A lady in a white dress and a yellow hat,
All filled with a fragrance of the preeminent perfume,
When I hold her tight with my bare hand,
She makes me content full of amuse.
She is the best healer and companion for me,
She took me out of my black misery,
When she touches my soft lips gently,
I feel like I don’t need anybody only she in full tranquility.
From the early morning until I close my eyes,
I find you there as you’ve become my only bride.
I will never let you go till I collapse,
With the embers of fire full of passion, I burn you alive.
You have always suffered and smiled in agony,
I tortured you but you gave me comfort,
You were in pain and in distort,
You endured everything and silently kept on burnt.
All my life I thought you were the perfect companion,
You took vengeance on me for burning you alive,
Now I know I didn’t burn you instead you burnt me,
By sucking my youth, putting an end to my misery.
I regret all my courageous effort,
I made you my pride keeping you close to me,
My life is frozen now full of frost,
Even your heat and warmth can’t warm me.
Today I see myself disappearing in a thick cloud of smoke,
I lie on my earthy bed covered with white snow,
I set myself on my own pyre ready to blow,
I didn’t leave you and you didn’t let me go.
He tossed the finished cigar in the bin,
Doctors for years have said it is a sin,
To blow your two lungs out in puffs of smoke,
Is as bad for you as using street coke!
He was advised to go for morning run,
quit cigars, be a vegetarian,
He ignored doctors, never took to track,
His doctors died! All of heart attack!
He looked at himself in bedroom mirror,
The creases on his face caused him no fear,
He walked with shuffle but walked straight,
Not bad for a man one hundred and eight!
Date written 5/02/2020
Ist placement
Line Gauthier
Contest Name POLARITIES AND PARADOXES |
(FROM THE ONES WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND)
To all you smokers out there.
I’m not going to say, give up, I wouldn’t dare,
If you want to smoke, it’s up to you,
But I don’t want to smoke your smoke too,
So many lives it takes away.
It really is a high price to pay,
Especially for the ones left behind,
The ones you love, so very kind.
They are the ones left with there hearts broken,
So many things left unspoken.
They are the ones, that have to nurse you night and day,
They are the ones, who sit and pray,
They are the ones left with the legacy of what you’ve done,
When you can’t breath, because of your lung,
They to would like a voice,
They to would like a choice.
The day has been cloudy & gloomy and the rain is pouring away.
Hot coffee to beat the blues and a cigarette to start the day.
Are cigarettes like a cloud sometimes clear and sometimes gloomy?
The killing stick makes me happy or puts the sadness through me.
Pulling the white and maroon packet, very beguiled and styled
Lifting the cap, taking out a slaughter stick named a very classic mild.
A board in between and two creatures holding up a crown.
The impeccable tobacco gives you smiles or a frown.
I slowly hold her by the waist and start taking some puffs.
Throat fills with cough, and the smells on my hand cuffs.
The cigarette starts burning slowly and smokes slowly start to flee.
As she slowly burns down through the waist and killingly satisfies me.
In red and bold letters the box reads “Smoking Kills".
A zest it fulfils but the smoke in lungs it fills.
I do believe smoking kills, and only hatred & disgust it should invoke.
I will implement it next time, please my friend pass me a smoke.
Dive into poetry,
Smoking a lot less,
Less smoke,free breathing,
Less stress on my chest,
Longer life,my health,
I know its for the best,
Although stopping is so hard,
So hard to digest,
Ink versus Smoke,
An internal test,
Who will be victorious,
In my contest......
You give into peer pressure and hesitantly cut class,
So you can smoke cancer sticks and,
Get high in the school bathroom with,
Five other boys that are your so called friends,
A security guard smells the cigarette smoke and,
Chases you out of the bathroom and down the hall,
Everyone gathers at the classroom windows to watch,
As eight more guards join in on the chase,
You run up and down the halls all the way to the eighth floor,
Quickly you hide in a supply closet as the guards turn the corner and run past,
Once the coast is clear you sneak back downstairs to the first floor,
Unwittingly you stop to talk to a girl,
In doing so the guards spot you on the cameras and give chase once again,
Unsuspecting you are rushed at by a guard and tackled,
Soon after all of the other guards pile on top,
All the while the girl you were talking to watches in amazement as you're,
Hauled off in flex cuffs to the principals office,
You sit in silence as the principal yells at you and,
Gives you three weeks of detention,
All the while you never knew that a fellow student recorded the whole ordeal,
And posted it on youtube under the name,
"kid gives school security guards a run for their money"
Which has already been viewed over three million times in the last five minutes,
You don't know it yet but you just went from being a nobody,
To a five star bad boy,
If they use, they say they don’t abuse.
If they get high, they say it’s a lie.
If they want it legal, they say it’s medicinal.
I believe they know, deep down in their soul…
that smoking pot is wrong. It’s a sinful act,
something that brings about the unethical, the immoral…
all those erroneous and dishonest thoughts and deeds.
Smoking pot, even if it is legal, is something that brings…
unsound thoughts and inappropriate behavior,
little ideas that assure one of failure and breakdown,
everything that is catastrophic and disastrous.
The crash that comes about is worse than the fight…
to keep living life without the craving for a drug,
the reliance on a weed that is green and simply feeds…
the horrors and nightmares from a mind that succeeds…
at being needy and dependent, addicted to a smoldering seed.
Global Poetry - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
Smoking Hot
Once upon a time there was a little girl
She carried a chipped edged bowl in her hand
Charity had been generous to her riding years
Gifts were ripped, unwanted and unsized clothes
Grandma loved her Red Riding Hood in any wear
She named her so for her cheeks were smoking hot
At the slightest insinuation about her bowl or any form of abuse
She had been wearing a faded small red cloak for years
First, too large sized then, too small in the wintry land
Little Hood begged for her grandma's survival
Who lay bedridden in their shambled home
Red Riding Hood had outgrown her baby size
No longer could she keep her face hidden
In her small hood, thus attracting the bestial wolfish eyes
A wolf befriended her and took some fruit for granny
He held her soft hand as she led him to grandma on bed
Money flowed in, and so did fruit and health
Philanthropy and blessings oozed in every corner
The lusty wolf took his chance as grandma lay to rest
Red faced with smoking hot coal eyes as he grabbed her
Red Riding grew from adolescence to maturity
With a carving knife and hot pepper spray in his eyes
The wolf and beast were packed off before a howl.
No more begging, no more tears and tatters
Grandma and Red Riding Hood lived happily ever after
February 6, 2016
Contest: Once Upon A Time
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Barry was a perfect citizen
And would never break the law
Having the odd *** or two
Was his only flaw.
One day on a cigarette break
In the works smoking spot
He dropped the finished butt
Amongst burgers going to rot.
Then there was an enormous roar
And Barry was taken aback
In the road facing him
Appeared a giantic crack.
The council offices opposite
Started to crumble
The Mayor's quarters disappeared
Into a mound of rubble.
Out of the misty dust came a warden
Shouting 'I saw what you did
You have been a litter bug
Which carries a fine of eighty quid.'
A week later Barry received a bill
For the damage done
The bill was itemised
Two million 300 thousand pence none.
Items included looking in holes
And instruments that go ping
Temporary accomondation for the Mayor
Residing at the Holiday Inn.
The letter then concluded
As a gesture of goodwill we will waive
The £80 litter throwing fine
But please don't do it again.
Smoking
There once was a black dog.
His tail was limp, no wag.
All he could think about
Was where he would get
His next ***.
There once was a white dog.
She jumped and danced
And wagged her tail
As she pranced.
It wasn’t that the white dog
Was smarter than the black.
It was just that the black dog
Was a slave
To a cigarette pack.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 1974
“All Rights Reserved”
I wanted to hangout,
to be with the cool kids!
There standing together,
leaning against brick walls.
Holding their cigarettes,
rotating the filter between thumb and fore finger.
Putting Export A's up to their mouths for an extended drag.
The smoke seemed to surround them in a cloud of respect.
That was the time before their fingers had become yellowed,
before their teeth had lost that Colgate brightness.
They, in that moment were at the peak of their perfection,
oblivious that sometimes, tomorrow can be a cruel joke.
"What are you looking at?"
I looked down at my suddenly fascinating shoes,
watched my shoes move me in a different direction.
Their laughter stuck to me like a piece of discarded bubblegum.
So I kept walking, until I found a different self.
Determined, I carved out my own itsy bit of coolness.
A certain walk,
a bit of aloofness.
Not trying so hard to be liked.
Me the mysterious stranger,
dark clothes,
an aura of dangerous!
I tried it out for a while,
It somehow seemed to work.
"Lamoureux, you want a cigarette?"
"Na I ain't into that Sh_t!"
I walked away holding my head high,
"whatever dude.."
Somehow saying no added to my rep,
a certain kinda bizarre respect!
Army boots, metal cleats clicking as I sauntered away.
Then I went home
Changed back into familiar clothes,
dressed like myself head to toes.
Just a bit outside of normal I chose.
Said goodbye to my make believe, didn't need it anymore.
Just walked past it and slammed that door!
I had known cool for just a bit, it never truly did fit.
That dark bleeding persona wasn't me,
I needed my inner awkward to be let free,
but without being afraid of what others would see.
Friendly is how I was meant to be,
so I started climbing high up in my own tree
Fully myself, not some fake man of mystery.
Adios cool self, you're ancient History!